Day 256/365

I think I’m just going to go to sleep, I can’t handle everyone’s brand of crazy right now. You want vulnerable? Here’s me sobbing my eyes out after spending 10 months trying to get back my dad’s things. Here’s me sobbing because I’m giving it all up because I can’t deal with my half-sister’s insane tendencies and manipulation. I sent the emails, its done, I can’t handle this anymore. I’m 23 years old. I shouldn’t be fighting people for things they should be doing. I’m never going to see his paintings or hold his paint brushes again, I’m never going to go through his books and remember sitting in his studio as a child painting and listening to opera. I’m not going to have the bits and pieces that a person leaves behind them when they pass to remember them by. Right now I just have a huge hole in my chest and I’m sorry if this brings you down but its how I feel so kindly fuck off.